Music Video
Top Songs By Mull Historical Society
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mull Historical Society
Performer
Colin MacIntyre
Lead Vocals
Ken Thomson
Clarinet
Tony Soave
Drums
Debbie Martin
Flute
Stuart Nisbet
Pedal Steel Guitar
Table Bay String Quartet
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Colin MacIntyre
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin MacIntyre
Producer
Lyrics
Honey get the kids, honey sort the leeks
Make sure that the barcodes match the receipts
Honey there's a store, a new place in town
They're selling new blades for my mower
New blades for my mower
It's funny how it pays, it's funny how it works
When you follow the codes from Head Office alerts
I read about a guy, he went walking away
Just walking and turned himself over
He turned himself over
Who tilts their head back and then swallows the pills
And expects to feel alive?
I've finally found, a new place in town
They're selling new blades for my mower
New blades for my mower
And this is the last time
That I'll sit with my mouth wide open
And wait for the flies to come in
From the grave of a grocer
The grave of a grocer
Honey I'm awake, honey I'm alive
It's funny ha ha when I tickle your sides
My neon's above, 24 hour love
My carrots are frozen all over
They're frozen all over
Who tilts their head back and then swallows the pills
And expects to feel alive?
I've finally found, a new place in town
It's funny I thought he looked older
I thought he looked older
And this is the last time
That I'll sit with my mouth wide open
And wait for the flies to come in
From the grave of a grocer
The grave of a grocer
And I try to be a man
And I try to be a man
And I try to see the life inside of me
And I tilt my head back and I swallow the pills
I no longer feel alive
Re-order the rolls, straighten the pies
My prices are starting to lower
They're starting to lower
And this is the last time
That I'll sit with my mouth wide open
And wait for the flies to come in
From the grave of a grocer
The grave of a grocer
My place in the sun and my house near the ocean
My place in the sun and my house near the ocean
Is fading away, it's fading away
And I'll hand myself over
I'll hand myself over
I'm catching you up and I've picked up your gloves
And I'm catching you up and I've picked up
Your gloves
And I'm walking your dogs and I'm walking
Your dogs
And I'm catching you up and I've picked up
Your gloves
And I'm walking your dogs and I'm walking
Your dogs
And I'm walking your dogs and I'm walking
Your dogs
Writer(s): Colin Macintyre
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